"A month. December 15th, 2017." Tony's expression was frozen in a mask of calm. His mind had entered analytical mode as he took Steve Rogers in.
Steve was before him, clearly. He had greeted him nothing but cordially. The man was polite, but always authentic. Before any talk of the Accords, likely.
Tony's chest gave a tug, and he swallowed it back down as it tried to catch in his throat. Was this really going to be his reaction to the man he had been wanting to meet most of all yet prayed to God he'd never have to see again?
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Date: 2018-09-09 09:46 pm (UTC)Steve was before him, clearly. He had greeted him nothing but cordially. The man was polite, but always authentic. Before any talk of the Accords, likely.
Tony's chest gave a tug, and he swallowed it back down as it tried to catch in his throat. Was this really going to be his reaction to the man he had been wanting to meet most of all yet prayed to God he'd never have to see again?